Growing up, Little Gubben and Pippi travelled through the island of the Goths, fighting against thieves and social service alike in order of protecting their great treasure inherited by Pippi´s infamous pirate father. The experience gained by defeating their foes enabled Little Gubben´s transformation into the horrible beast we all know and love: The Bull-Horse.

With his size and ability to get away from his opponents, he is truly valuable in Her team.

Growing upp in a complicated, incestuous relationship with his sister and the mighty dominatrix Pippi, Tommy quickly learned to deal with pain. Sparring with Limetrebranch World´s strongest female on a daily basis, forced Tommy to become one of the most effective killers among men and beasts alike.

After killing an Ogre with his very first block Thrown as a professional ball player, She made him the leader of Her great team, Thugs of Hell.

Being one of Social Service´s most fierced henchmen, The Prusilusk is one of the few who can Control the raging Children of Her team (with the exception of JumJum, the minotaur). Her repulsive appearence and high pitched voice forces the other players to do her bidding. Even She can´t really tell the Prusilusk to go back where she came from and burn for all eternety.

Blessed by nuffle, the fierced dominatrix Pippi grew up stronger than all her peers. During her adolescent years, she controlled a twisted harem, including the siblings Tommy and Annika, the crazy bull-horse Little Gubben and an uncontrollable ratmonkey.

Pippi's greatest attributes though, are of an inspirer and a trainer, and She is very pleased with Pippi's results when bringing out the best of Tommy and Little Gubben.

Jocke the poor is a sad excuse for a beastman. His whole life, he has been a servant, and will probably have to serve until he dies on the pitch.

After his former wife gave birth to "Alfred the slave", Jocke was mislead by easy living, easy women and an inferno of drugs and alcohol, which led to his wife divorcing him and ruining him with her inhuman child support claim. The money disappeared up his former wife's nose, and The Prusselusk ended up taking Alfred the slave from her care. After suffering as a "fattighjon" under slave-like condititions where The Commodore stole all hos well-earned snus he finally gave up and surrendered to Her and now he follows Tommy's lead and Thugs of Hell uses him as line-fodder in their pursuit to fame and glory.

"He was my biggest mistake. A half-man-half-helicopter without charisma. A child abusing blob without a sense of humanity. How could I leave Little Brother in his care? Poor poor Little Brother. But how could I know he was going to end his sewing career by chopping off his fingers in Charle's Son's propeller?" These are said to be Lime-Tree-Branch's last words as she left this world in agony, regretting to have created this monster called Charle's Son on the Roof.

After letting Little Brother take the blame one last time, this time for spraying the blood of his own fingers all over the walls, Charle's Son watched as the men from the asylum finally came to get the boy. He sat on the roof and smiled as he thought of every last episode that had led to this moment. The moment when Little Brother finally broke.

Even though he is an unlikeable little tw*t, even for Thugs of Hell's standards, She signed him up only to instantly regret it as he started to sing on his extraordinary annoying Fiffelura song. Well, now he's here and there is nothing we can do about it.

The mastermind behind bringing down Chieftain Carpet and his heir has joined the team with his son and his new wife, Lovis. Being a devious character both on and off the pitch, it is no wonder that he has taken the place as T.o.H:s most valuable player. There are even rumours saying that She has let him plant his seed in her in order of breeding a super star player whom one day will take Tommy's place and lead the team all the way to the finals.

Without looking back, she left Carpet castle in flames. She had just finished them off, one by one in their sleep. She had whispered in Carpet the chieftain's ear that she, Borka and Birk had plotted against him. They had killed them all. Even his daughter had fallen by the hands of Birk in their cave.

Ever since then, they have been playing in Her honour. And She is pleased indeed.

Smelling the burning flesh of his former employer, and hearing the screams of the Carpet brotherhood echoing through the walls of Carpet castle, Bald Per went proper mad. He had been as a father to them all, seeing them grow up, playing with their children. He pulled his final three strings of hair from his ever so bald head and stumbled out in the night, the castle burning behind him.

He went on a bender in Carpet forest and ended up befriending one of God's most hideous creatures, the Wild Vittra. For a couple of years, they lived as husband and wife, a grotesque companionship irresistible to Her and she had no choice but to summon them to Her team.

The Wild Vittra heard the pray sobbing. When she first saw him, he was lying on a bed of white moss. She could smell the alcohol and anxiety from far above the tree tops, where she usually flew as she was practically invisible to the human eye from there. She circled him a few times to make sure that this wasn't a trap and then she landed beside him. She was fully aware that he was unable to defend himself, and unsure whether he wanted to or not. She took a bite from his hand. It was a particular piece of flesh just beneath the thumb that she was extremely fond of. This time, however, she had to spit it out. The taste was plainly disgusting. It tasted old, rotten with a hint of a stool sample. Disappointed, she decided to leave him to his fate. Just as she was about to fly away, he groaned. She doesn't know if it was from pitty or spite, but she suddenly became very interested in him.

From that day, The Wild Vittra nurtured Bald Per. He drank her bird milk from her twisted bird titties until he grew strong enough to hunt for himself. That was when She noticed the odd couple and summoned them to Her team.

No cloak of invisibility could save him now. Slowly the lifeless remains of Mio slid down Jumjum's majestic horns. In his teens, Jumjum had grown tired of standing in Mio's filthy shadow. Mio, his Mio. Jumjum had heard them laugh behind his back for too long and he had waited. Oh, how he had waited, biding his time. After years of training, and an intake of more gene-altering medication than they said was possible, he stood as the proud victor of the inevitable combat between the two. Finally he had become Jumjum, Her Jumjum.